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j.r cruise - samuel lyrics

[verse]
let her hit the weed, now she acting like a goofy (goofy)
these is apc’s, you can’t find these at no zumiez
i can sense the envy, i can’t let it get to me
i was skippin’ cl-sses, tryna plot up on this loose leaf
dior on the weekend but chanel on the monday
my chick don’t need no makeup so i’ma put her on the runway
we can squabble up, why you always talkin’ gunplay?
all in bossanova, 2 pm on a lunch date
i don’t sell work, but i know she dig the feng shui
smoke a lot of weed, i’m out my mind like kanye
that’s my favorite drug besides p-ssy and money
riding with a freak, that’s my lil’ cuddy buddy
all these n-gg-s moved to la and tried to flex up
why your girl only look good from the neck up?
why she hit my line asking why we don’t text much?
nikes on my feet, busy tryna run these checks up
you think you know it all but you don’t got no answers
six-four in the driveway, hit the switch, i got it dancing
focus on myself, i don’t got time to be romantic
she come through, let me hit, and then i p-ss her like a pamphlet
some brothers turned they back on me, but i learned my lesson though
and i got that juice, yeah, she know i got that antidote
slidin’ with my n-gg-s, geeked up like samuel
gettin’ money 52 weeks, that’s annual, uh

- j r cruise lyrics

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